The Mighty Storm (Raura Revised)

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Ross' generosity, seemingly knows no bounds. I knew he would make the donation, but a million pounds – he's just amazing.

I was so proud of Ross in that moment. Not that I haven't been so over the years, but this was different.

My eyes filled with tears as I listened to my dad telling me all about what they would do with the money. And when I told him it was Ross who had made the donation, I know he was floored. He was silent for a long time.

I gave my dad Ross' phone number so he could call him to thank him.

I'm guessing he has, but neither Ross or my dad have mentioned it to me and I don't want to pry.

I really hope they are back in touch properly, and hopefully they'll get a chance to actually see each other again, as I'm going to talk to Stuart to see if I can get my folks some tickets to come out and see one of the shows on the tour; I know Stuart deals with all that kind of stuff.

I know my dad will just love it.

I'm going to buy the travel and hotel as present for them, and I'm particularly hoping for the gig in Spain, as it's on a weekend – a Saturday night, so it's perfect as they would both be off work and then I could spend the weekend with them. I haven't spent enough time with them recently.

I haven't said anything to them yet. I thought I would wait to make sure I could get the tickets for the gig first.

I'm feeling a little daunted by the whole tour thing to be honest, I mean, it's a huge deal, and the closer I get to the airport the tighter the knots in my stomach become.

The only person I'll know on the tour is Ross, and of course he'll be busy a lot. So when I'm not following him around doing my job, I'm going to be at a loose end, and it could get a little lonely for me. I intend to do plenty of sightseeing in those amazing cities I'll be going to – first stop Stockholm.

I've never been and I'm stoked to see the place for the first time. And I've already got myself guide books for all the places I'm going too and they are downloaded and ready on my Kindle.

Geeky, yes. Practical, very.

The taxi pulls up at Heathrow and the driver kindly lugs my huge suitcase out of the boot for me.

Slinging my carry-on over my shoulder, I wheel my suitcase into the busy airport.

I'm a little nervous about flying alone. I've never done it before, but thankfully it's a short flight, and I've got my Kindle and my iPod to keep me company.

I reach the check-in desk, parking up my case I take my passport and travel details out of my bag.

Stuart had booked the plane ticket for me and as it was an online booking, he emailed me paperwork to bring with me. He also said one of Ross' drivers will be there to pick me up. I hope it's Dave, a familiar face would be good when landing in a strange city. I get the impression that Ross' drivers are also his security guys, makes sense if you ask me and I'm yet to meet the others. As Dave is the head of Ross' security there's bound to be others. I just get the impression Ross always has Dave with him, he seems to trust him implicitly.

I hand my passport and papers over to the woman behind the desk.

"Can you put your case on the scales please?"

I lift it on praying to God I'm not over my allowance. I don't pack light; I get it from my mum.

Phew, I just skim in my allowance.

"Okay so you're in First Class," she's saying, "so that gives you access to the First Class lounge–"

"Sorry, what?"